Thalarion
						Towards The Obscure Slumberland


	Lunatic's Third Eye
	
Behold and see as a dream goes by.
Through the lunaticīs third eye.
Within his mind where visions fly.
Thereīs an answer to every "why".

Why? - why do the victims cry.
Why? - why have the innocents to die.
Why? - who and why the fuck am I.
Why? - why the fuckīs there always any "why".

Let me show you way you could fly.
Take a dose, oh, you can fly so high.
My only wish is to make you cry.
Hey fool itīs your time to die... so die!

Why did you listen to me?
What at all you wanted to be?
Donīt you have the eyes to see.
To discern dream from true reality?

Remember... thereīs no time to say "good-bye".
And all you have done... you canīt deny.
Behold... lunaticīs third eye.
Now... time has come to die... so die!

Why? - why do the victims cry.
Why? - why have the innocents to die.
Why? - who and why the fuck am I.
Why? - why the fuckīs there always any "why".

Behold and see as a dream goes by.
Through the lunaticīs third eye.
Within his mind where visions fly.
Thereīs an answer to every "why".


	The Odyssey
	
In silent centuries they march the levels of oceans.
Overflowing the emptiness of our souls.
Transparent waves are the natural veil of their everlasting grief.
Onto foot of heavens the dark pilgrimage takes palce.

Day by day - year by year.

Shining half-moon embraces its darkside.
Duality of endless tranquillity.
Time is but a fragment of misty eternity.
Behold descendants of the lunar tide.
And see them dance in an astral trance.

Day by day - year by year.
Day by day... the odyssey... year by year.

Puzzling smile of the setting sun.
Reflection beyond the stars when all gates fall down.
In timeless odyssey of speechless companions.
Myriads of stars - they are the sparks.
That inflame the fires of funeral sorrows.
Beyond all horrors - beyond all horrors.

Day by day - year by year.

Companions without name in the forest of yesterday.
Dreaming the dreams of mournful dawn of passage to the cosmos community.
The experience never experienced before.
Pilgrims of odyssey alone - they are never to depart.
From one sphere into another by the shore of the soul.
They are just transcending - in odyssey alone.

Day by day - year by year.


	Perverse Love To God
	
"The man divine", two-faced pharisee.
Heīs not just shadow in your fantasy.
In every second man his eyes can be seen.
Alas, his truth is not a cure for hypocrisy.

Day as anyone else:
Quarrels, insults - who cares?
How far will you dare?
Slaughter, murders and rapes.

As a piggy in a muck.
Living beyond your needs.
In the world where the truth.
Is awful nightmare for your deeds.

Perverse love to God.
Perverse love to the dead God.

Blood on the hands... dark stains in the mind.
The morning after... with cross around your neck.
Crawling to confess... from perverse love to God.

Whoīs gonna be sacrificed.
When in the name of God you terrify.
Whose blood makes you satisfied.
When perverse love is sanctified.

Perverse love to God!


	Thou, Who Walk To Eternity
	
Absorb yourself into me.
Feel the scars burning deep.
Deeper and deeper than ever before.
I saw myself in your dream.
You let me in, with my belief.

Too far to touch the spirit.
Too weak to move.
That stillness in your aura.
I cannot reach and I cannot feel.
Oh I cannot feel.

Your eyes: close to me.
Whose heart: shall now bleed.
My pain through your smile.
And ever-bleeding mind.

Read out in my eyes the weird secret fear.
Thou who walk to eternity.
Within the stream of bloodred tears.
Thou who walk eternity.

Your eyes: close to me.
Whose heart: shall now bleed.
My pain through your smile.
And ever-bleeding mind.

From your embrace into the coldest night.
To seal my doom and meet my destiny.
Within the walls of darkest.
The walls that held my screams from dreams.

Deliver myself to the hands of fate.
Now I am free from my misery.
Youīre fading away... it had to come.
And I cannot believe that itīs so real, oh so real.

Your eyes: close to me.
Whose heart: shall now bleed.
My pain through your smile.
And ever-bleeding mind.


	As The Memories Of Slavs Awake
	
Each time when I walk alone.
Each time when I wander along.
Along the valley of the forest deep.
I can feel presence of the sleeping ones, not dead yet.
Dreaming their ancient dreams.
As they lay hidden in solitude.

In honour and pride, at the midnight ride.
Every day and night, with every minute spent.
Multifaced deities reveal from beyond the mist.
The mist I have pictured within my mind.
As the memories of Slavs awake...
Gathered under Carpathians.
We are the rocks of pagan age.

Hearken and remember:
Swarasiz - Elder and the Highest of Lutic tribe.
Remember Sventevith, and hearken to his horn.
Remember Rugievith, creature of seven faces.
Remember Triglav, the Omnipotent three-headed one.
Hearken to Perunīs voice of power.
Remember Turupit, remember Pizamar.
Hearken to the Omniscient ones.
Remember Stribog, who rides the mighty winds.
Hearken to Tjarnaglofi, the elements of darker side.
Remember Simargl, forever veiled in mystery.
Remember Radegast, remember Gerovith.
Hearken to the Ones whose eyes are ominious.

Remember all those names.
Covered by the dust of centuries.
Hearken to inner voice of universal memory.
And remember: the heathen age belongs to us!


	The Pyramid Of Sorrow
	
My life, the pyramid of sorrow.
Cascade of tears, nightmares.
Fears of whatīs to come.
Could it be called "life" at all?
I long for what you call "death".
But should it be my redemption?

Sorrowīs spreading through my head.
Empty screams are only heard.
My soul is torn apart.
As my grief drives me mad.
And when will all this end?

Cruel words are now so bright.
Unable to resist I fall.
Worldīs fading before my eyes.
No will to live anymore.

The pyramid of sorrow.

I canīt find the reason why.
Why emotionīs left to die.
Can the heart be even so cold.
That neither fire nor sun.
Can make it burn at all?

Freezing eyes, hearts of stone.
Emotions so far, so cold.
Days of youth, days of joy.
All that is past forever gone.

Cruel words are now so bright.
Unable to resist I fall.
Worldīs fading before my eyes.
No will to live anymore.

Freezing eyes, hearts of stone.
Emotions so far, so cold.
Days of youth, days of joy.
All that is past forever gone.

When all is dust and all is black.
My world is lost, emotions dead.
All tears are wept but pain remains.
How could Iīve forgotten this all?
So how could I have forgotten?


	Towards The Obscure Slumberland
	
Welcome... to the land of shallow sleep.
Where statues are screaming.
And hollow trees are crying.
Where the wind can speak.
And all the things beyond belief are real.
But still: thereīs much more to imagine...

Before I lay my words upon you.
Before the Greatest Mountain speaks.
Before I make your mind burning.
Before my thoughts turn to wings.

Forget the world you live within.
Forget the poor race of human.
Unfold your wings and realize.
This trip will be for eternity.

I found the key to the realm unknown.
Where horses fly and angels are black.
Things far more precious than all what you know.
Majestic treasures yet to be unveiled.

Yeah - the stone-cold knife is my dearest friend.
Yeah - my inmost feeling is misanthropy.

You hold the key to the realm obscure.
And feel the breath of burning star.
Shut your eyes while thereīs yet time.
And hear the music of the yesterworld.

Yeah - the stone-cold knife is my dearest friend.
Yeah - my inmost feeling is misanthropy.

I have seen the things that.
No words can verbalize.
The night after the night.
Once again I shut my eyes.

I fly for the very last time.
Over the fields of life.
Towards my slumberland.
The precious land of suicide.


	Unreal Delusions
	
Falling from down above.
With thoughts somewhere away.
Dreamed-drowned image of interior.
Forgotten in the winds of dreams.

Through the visual angle of immortality.
Wandering to the point of light.
Unknown blaze fills the space.
Of unreal delusions.

Through the visual angle of immortality.
Wandering to the point of light.
Unknown blaze fills the space.
Of unreal delusions.

Somewhere far away.
In everlasting time.
With face towards the paradise.
And back turned to the past.

Unreal delusions of astral way.
Unknown illusions fading away.

Stars turned off.
The moon went black.
Dilemma of the mind.
Vanishing into the dark.

All is over.
The spirit back in the body.
Left alone to its peace.
And unreal delusions.

Unreal delusions of astral way.
Unknown illusions fading away.


	A Lullaby Untold
	
Oh - unexpected - extreme - blaze.
Blinded my heart to black.
Illusions of primary reluctance.
Disappeared in flowers you sowed.

All that, what should be and had ever been.
Will never be the same as before my soul was torn.
By lullaby untold.

Why not to play with love and hate?
Seed of lust - you sowed in myself.
The claws of you - the music of mine.
Makes me to crash a stone at your heart.
My hands - they are love and hate.
My fists - are mouth of me.
So let me sing a lullaby for your soul.
Let me strike you in your face.
With both of them... in harmony.

A colour of your soul, a coulour of your face.
Need not to be hidden - your emotionīs range.
We, children of the sin - each other bewitched.
The truth we sought, a lullaby untold.
It hurts like a fist in your face.
And leaves no trace... and leaves no trace.

All that, what should be and had ever been.
Will never be the same as before my soul was torn.
By lullaby untold.

And weīll play with love and hate no more...